Chapter 4

His body was now beyond demanding release and Henry desperately needed to fill her. Her impatient hands told him she wanted the same even if it was unknown to her. Slowly moving down to her navel he shook himself mentally, telling himself he would need to be slow and let her set the pace now. He wasn't exactly new to pleasuring a woman but he reluctantly admitted to himself this would be his first time with a woman who was so chaste. The last thing he wanted to do was physically hurt her. He needed this night to be as drenched in pleasure for her as for him. He slowly, deliberately kissed her around the soft skin her pelvis, taking small pleasurable bites making her yelp and moan. Reaching down he cupped the most intimate part of her womanhood possessively and he couldn't help but be astonished how aroused she had become.

She had felt herself go moist countless times with him around before; sitting across from him at restaurants when she'd look up to find him gazing at her thoughtfully; or whenever he'd comment on the layers of clothes she wore before venturing out in the cold weather; or when he'd slowly and so easily unscrew tight caps off of bottles with his large hands and every single time he said her name in that deep voice, her brain would go into overdrive thinking lascivious thoughts she hadn't realised she was capable of. But this physical reaction of her body was at its peak, making her want to open herself up to him and be engulfed by his body. With one single touch of his fingers, she felt she had literally gone to heaven; all her thoughts were replaced by the waves of pleasure he was bringing to her.

He slowly pulled away the last thread of cover from her body, his fingers coming together to massage her languorously, as if he had all the time in the world. Before she could scream out loud, begging to be ravished he dipped one finger inside her, making her ground fall out from beneath her. His thumb massaged her soft mound of flesh hidden in the dark curls between her thighs. She gave a soft buck of her hips, whispering his name out loud with such longing he almost entered her then and there. He couldn't believe how tight she was; he slowly stretched her feeling her drip on him. Looking up he saw her in bliss, lips parted, eyes half-closed not really seeing anything. He bent down between her thighs and kissed her swollen lips, tasting her juices and savouring the most intimate of her tastes. His long arms reached up to her breasts, kneading them, rolling her nipples between his fingers, amazed at the feel of her perfection in his hands. He pulled her hips closer and slowly tasted her, his mouth worshipping her soft core. He himself was on the verge of losing his mind with the extent of his arousal. But he still needed her to feel pleasure in a way he knew she might not when he would finally break her.

Never in her wildest imaginations had she thought he would touch her with his mouth so intimately. She did not even know this could be something so intensely full of pleasure. His firm tongue and soft lips hitting just the right spot, she came in a sweet explosion against his mouth, her moans laced with lust and surprise. Even when she collapsed in a puddle of jelly, he continued his onslaught, quenching his thirst of her.

To feel her pulsating in his mouth was a beautifully erotic experience and to see this little lady climax with such wild abandon was his undoing. With one last deep taste of her, he abandoned the last of his clothes and slowly lay on top of her, every contour of her body coming alive to his hard body. Holding his weight away from her with his elbows, he gently coaxed her thighs apart with one knee, her juices flowing like a soft river. Somewhere in the depth of his mind a thought was nudging him to remember something important, but he was too far gone into her to care. Intently holding her flushed gaze with his, he slowly eased himself inside her, opening her like a flower. With practiced ease he went deeper, stopping only when he encountered her precious barrier, waiting for her to feel comfortable to his presence and give him permission.

She was in awe of his size and blushingly wondered whether she could accommodate him; she felt so tiny in comparison. And then she felt his heated tip move inside her and all doubts vanished from her mind. Suddenly feeling stretched like never before, she clung onto him, not wanting to breathe but just savour the feel of his precious manhood. And then in a voice laced with the deepest of desires he asked if he were hurting her and she was undone, knowing he could never hurt her, holding onto him wherever her arms reached, urging him on shyly. With relentless pressure he pushed further in, feeling her tense underneath him. And then she let out a soft sound of pain interlaced with such intense pleasure he was torn between wanting to ease her and to move within her with a surprising ferocity. He held her close in his arms, the warmth of his firmness easing her discomfort. He had been a bit apprehensive wondering if they would match as she was incredibly petite in comparison to what he knew he would be when he was fully aroused. And he certainly didn't want to hurt her anymore, but right now he needed to move with her with complete abandon. Leaning down to kiss her, he wiped her tears with tender fingers, the care in his gesture and warmth in his eyes making her feel better instantly. She had given him the most precious gift a woman could ever give a man. His heart seemed to constrict in a strange emotion and before he could think any further, she pressed her legs closer, and wickedly tightened her inner muscles, pushing him to the brink. He always knew she would be like this, hot, soft and clinging. Surrounded by her velvet softness so completely he wanted to drown right there in her arms. Pushing in just a bit further he touched her womb and slowly moved out. Hearing a tiny protest from her brought a satisfied smile to his face seeing which she blushed harder than before; she knew her heart now belonged to him. But before he moved out fully, he entered her again, holding her hips and silently asking her to mimic his movements.

Through the multitude of sensations flowing through her body, she could feel the tip of a wave reaching right to the point where their bodies were joined. It slowly seemed to increase in velocity till she whispered out his name in pure ecstasy, a part of her realising he too was riding the same wave and exclaimed her name out in a loud hush. He came explosively inside her, filling her with the most intimate of his warmth. He was careful to keep his weight off her, giving himself time to recover his strength and her to float back to earth. He withdrew slowly and lay on his back.

Feeling like she'd just had a taste of heaven, she slowly focused onto reality, flinching a little when he moved out of her. She slowly curled on one side, a part of her still tingling from the incredible new sensations she had just experienced. Closing her eyes, she felt a beautiful calm settle on her. From beneath her lashes she saw him go to the bathroom, giving her a sweet glimpse of his taut back. The best idea right now seemed for her to sleep; she had never felt so relaxed in her entire life. Feeling him touching her waist brought her out of her soft dreams; he was softly coercing her legs apart and a part of her idly wondered about his stamina. But she gave a slight start when she felt a warm towel pressing between her legs, slowly massaging her pain away. He whispered something about being sore for the next couple of days and to take it easy. She giggled at that thought wondering why wouldn't she take it easy, not as if she planned to sleep with anybody else anytime soon; there was something about the way he had made love to her which she was sure would make any subsequent men fall short, in more ways that one.

Hearing her tinkle out a laugh he was a bit relieved that he hadn't caused too much pain. He smoothed her hair out of her eyes; leaning down to kiss her, her lips slightly swollen and softer but her eyes as shy as ever. Moving to his side of the bed, he wondered how funny it was that she slept on the left side to his right, they didn't clash even on that. But there was something nagging him at the back of his mind, a persistent feeling of having forgotten something. He turned to look at her, lying naked on top of the bed, the covers entangled in her beautiful legs, looking at him from flushed cheeks and suddenly hiding away when caught. He lay down next to her, his hand caressing her back and then fully turning on his side to hold her next to him. He still needed to feel her body, to touch her and make sure she was for real, a shy little girl who had just become a womaneHe

. And then the thought finally cleared in his mind with lightening speed and he cursed out loud, startling her a little and she looked over at him sleepily. He wondered if she were on the pill and almost laughed out loud at the absurdity. Why would she, a virgin before tonight, be on the pill. He cursed himself some more for his stupidity of not having used protection and gave some more thought to telling her about this grave mistake. But when he looked over, she was sound asleep, her lips parted in a small smile, her hands covering his which seemed to have reached around her to cradle her to him.